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Haunting History

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In the deepest forest of my dreams
people weap and I can hear their screams,
but this forest isn't as it seems
There is always sun,
and the children of this forest are always having fun

The trees have engravings from people who have long passed,
people who's memories sill last
And though I've read most of engravings,
the number I haven't read is vast
Near this forest is a graveyard,
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